I carve words into bark of vellum
as if tree trunk
standing pristine and tall.
My pen-like tool moves
in moment below blue skies
lightly peppered with orange clouds.
My breath merges with nature
while birds echo in serenades
that color mind with spiraling visions.
I carve as a master
with its title passed on
from generations inside starlit cosmos.
Come, partake in my flourishing garden of verse.
And may you be inspired
to take a bouquet into the heart.
Oct 27, 2019
Oct 27, 2019 at 9:42 AM UTC
I carve words into bark of vellum
as if tree trunk
standing pristine and tall.
My pen-like tool moves
in moment below blue skies
lightly peppered with orange clouds.
My breath merges with nature
while birds echo in serenades
that color mind with spiraling visions.
I carve as a master
with its title passed on
from generations inside starlit cosmos.
Come, partake in my flourishing garden of verse.
And may you be inspired
to take a bouquet into the heart.
Inspired by Eloise. Thank you for your inspiring poem.
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